I hated you.

because you were gorgeous,

because you smiled pretty.

because I looked at you

and saw a better version of me.

I’m cute, they say,

can’t tell if it’s pity,

because I’ll never be you.

but I’m cute, they say.

sweet, they say.

but my smile isn’t the sun.

my eyes don’t hold the stars.

second place, not even,

but you were always first.

because you were gorgeous.

because you smiled pretty.

I hated you.

you pitied me.

you weren’t mean.

I was called mean.

I thought I was nice.

I’m cute, they say,

but you were gorgeous,

stunning, aesthetic, beautiful.

you were a personified angel’s soul.

they loved you,

I hated you.

you were gorgeous,

your smile was so pretty.

mine was dull.

I had ears,

but you had a lipstick,

mascara and eyeshadow, perfect,

face, smile, all perfect.

your personality.

You pitied me, I got petty,

I hated you

because when

I looked at you,

I saw a better version

of me.